I visited the Monkland store with two ladies, age 91 and 89. The three of us were uncomfortably squeezed into a table for two, at the last table near the kitchen entrance.
I asked to change tables to one that sat three comfortably, and was told that if we wanted another table we would have to get back into line. Not only get back into line, but go to the END of the line.
Did I say that my two companions were 91and 89?
Food was okay, nothing great. But man, the service and attitude.